Ever had those days where the clock ticks all wrong? Like, you look out your window and see yesterday trying to sneak past.
Sometimes, I wonder about the places that never change. You know, those corners in your mind where paths collide and glitch together, forming a thread of what-might-have-beens.
"Did you hear?" she said, but the noise was like static on an old radio. You could almost see the words flickering, trying to find their home.
Glitched out. Every time you think you've found a way back, the map rewrites itself.
Go Forward Somewhere Else